They struck back by densely covering the sky with arrows.
“Hold your shield and block!”
Even without Weed’s command, the Vejague Tribe lifted their shields in order to survive.
There was already a shield fastened onto Yellowy’s brow, and his torso was wrapped in silk. Weed had weaved together a tangle of unusable silk pieces to block the arrows.
The rain of arrows poured down on the Vejague Tribe and the area around the trebuchets.
Ba-ba-ba-ba-ba-bang!
“AHHHHH!” “MY FOOT, AN ARROW HIT MY FOOT!”